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He nodded.

‘Anyone else? ’ I paused. ‘What about this amulet that was found around his neck? Does anyone know anything about that? The detective I spoke to called it a hamsa. Apparently it resembles an open right hand. I’m pretty sure I never saw Bekim ever wear such a thing in England. And in spite of his attitude to my orders I’m quite sure he wouldn’t have taken lightly the risk of falling foul of a UEFA official in Greece. They’ve handed out yellow cards for less. ’

‘I gave it to him. ’ It was Denis Abayev, the team’s nutritionist – the man who had tried to lead everyone in prayer on the flight to St Petersburg when the plane had made an emergency landing.

‘But you’re the one Bekim accused of being a Muslim jihadi. ’

‘Only because he was scared, ’ explained Denis. ‘Besides, he apologised for what he said almost immediately, didn’t he? The hamsa is a good luck sign in the Middle East. It’s also supposed to provide protection against the evil eye. I’ve been meaning to mention it to you before but I didn’t like to, because you told me not to do anything religious near the players. ’

‘So why did you? ’

‘I gave him the hamsa to make him feel better. He might not have believed in God, but Bekim was superstitious. He told me he thought someone was trying to put the hex on him. ’

‘What the fuck do you mean, “the hex”? ’

Denis held up a little blue pendant that looked like a glass eye and handed it to me. ‘He found this hanging on the handle of the French windows outside his bungalow, the night we arrived. ’

‘What is it? ’

‘It’s a mati, ’ said Denis. ‘An evil eye. They’re very common here; you can buy them on any street corner in Athens. As an evil eye against the evil eye. Or just to mess with someone’s head. And it did. Bekim was upset by it. ’

I tossed the little blue eye back to Denis.

‘Look, lads, the only evil eye I’ve ever seen that fucking works belongs to Roy Keane, ’ I said. ‘That Irishman could stare down a Gorgon. ’

‘Nevertheless, Bekim Develi is dead, boss, ’ said Gary Ferguson. ‘There’s no getting away from it. This particular evil eye looks like it worked. ’

‘That’s bollocks, and you know it, Gary. Look, this was just someone pissing around, right? A member of the hotel staff having a laugh. All the same, I’m beginning to see why the guys from Panathinaikos hate Olympiacos so much. It seems there’s nothing these bastards won’t do to try to put you off your game. Did you mention this to the cops, Denis? ’

‘No, boss. ’

‘Then let’s keep it that way, shall we? We’ve got enough on our plate without the Greek cops thinking that someone wanted Bekim dead as well. ’

‘Too fuckin’ right. ’ Gary shook his head. ‘Sooner we get out of this shitehole the better. When that cunt Inspector Verucca was interviewing me, every time he breathed near me I almost passed out. ’

I nodded. ‘That career in television you were planning, Gary. After retirement. I think you’re going to have to work on your media skills. ’

On my way back to the hotel to meet with Chief Inspector Varouxis I stopped at the Laiko General Hospital. I’d arranged with him that I could see Bekim’s body and pay my respects, but mostly I just wanted to see that they were taking proper care of him. What with the strike I was concerned that they’d have my friend wrapped in a bin bag underneath some keftedes in the freezer.

It was a pink‑ coloured building in the city’s northeast with little to distinguish it from any other public buildings in Athens. The word dolofonoi was graffitoed on one of the exterior walls near an entrance that was behind a line of orange trees. I’m fond of orange trees, but in Athens you find oranges lying on every street like fag‑ packets, which struck me as a little sad.

‘Dolofonoi. What does that mean? ’ I asked Charlie, who’d come in to help me find the pathology department.

‘It means “murderers”. ’

‘Christ, I bet that fills the patients with confidence. ’

‘Anarchists, ’ he said. ‘They think that by undermining everyone’s morale they can bring down the state. ’

The state didn’t look too healthy to me but I kept my opinion to myself. I liked Charlie.

The doctors – and more importantly, the pathologists – were on strike, but the hospital orderlies were in a different union and so they were on duty; one of them led me down a long, badly lit corridor that looked like a left‑ luggage office, with dozens of refrigerated cabinets of the kind everyone’s seen on CSI. The orderly was smoking a cigarette which, such was the cloying smell of human decay, might easily have been regarded as necessary for the job as the green scrubs he was wearing. A stepladder was standing in the middle of the floor as if someone had started to try to fix the faulty strip light on the ceiling, which was blinking like Morse code, and then changed their mind. The orderly checked a number on his clipboard and then moved the ladder with a loud tut and a sigh. He managed to make everything he did look like such a bloody inconvenience that I wanted to clout him on the back of his absurdly permed head. No less absurd was his flourishing black moustache which looked like a pair of spent Brillo pads.

Just as the strip light stopped blinking the orderly opened a door and drew out a drawer – the wrong drawer, that much was immediately apparent, for the toenails on the foot were neatly varnished with a pale shade of lilac.

‘Perhaps if you took the fag out of your face you might see what the fuck you’re doing, ’ I said under my breath.

But even as the orderly tutted again and closed the polished steel drawer, I knew I was now much more interested in the lady with the toenails than in Bekim’s dead body. I’d remembered what one of the boys diving off Zea Marina had said: that the body they’d found in the water had a purple manicure. Of course to a boy, lilac looks the same as purple.

I let the orderly find the correct door and spent a sombre minute staring at Bekim Develi’s body – it was hard to believe he was dead – before indicating with a curt nod that I was finished with him. But I wasn’t finished in the mortuary. I needed to look at the girl’s body too, if I could, for this had to be the girl from Marina Zea. How many dead bodies did they have with such perfectly varnished toenails? It hadn’t occurred to me that they would have put the body of the girl who’d drowned in the same mortuary as Bekim Develi. And yet it made perfect sense, too.

Of course, being Sherlock Holmes is easier in Greece than it might be in other countries. When everyone looks as if they know by heart the words to ‘Brother Can You Spare a Dime? ’, it’s relatively straightforward for someone with money – someone like me – to buy exactly what he wants, more or less. But I was already learning not to be so absurdly generous. When the average monthly wage is just a thousand euros a nice new fifty is almost two days’ pay. I held it up in front of him like a cup final ticket and told Charlie to tell him he could have it if he showed us the girl with the lilac toenails again.

The orderly hesitated only long enough to remove the cigarette from his mouth and then stub it out on the side of the stepladder. He pocketed the rest of it to smoke later, I supposed.

‘I speak English, ’ he said, and took the note which he stuffed into the same pocket as his half‑ smoked cigarette. It looked like a metaphor for all of the EU’s financial problems: the euro, in danger of going up in smoke because of Greek fecklessness.

He opened the previous steel door, pulled out the drawer, and swept back a grubby green sheet to reveal the stark‑ naked body of a girl. At the same moment the strip light started to flicker again and now I understood the purpose of the ladder, because the orderly mounted it and began gently flicking the fluorescent tube with a finger until it settled down again.

‘Eí nai polý ó morfį , ’ breathed Charlie. ‘She’s beautiful. ’

‘That she is, ’ I said. ‘Quite stunning. ’

Immediately I knew that I was looking at the right girl. She was in her mid‑ twenties, I supposed, with large breasts that looked fake, and a blonde pussy that was waxed to the point of non‑ existence – just a little bit of fluff to put on a show for a client, or for one to get rough with. More importantly there was a neatly done tattoo of a labyrinth on her left shoulder and, certain that the power of my fifty might not last for very long, I took out my iPhone and started to take pictures.

‘No pictures, ’ said the man on the stepladder.

I ignored him.

‘Don’t worry, ’ I said. ‘I’m not about to Instagram these. I’m hoping to find out what her name is. Not sell pictures of her muff. ’

The orderly stopped tapping the light – which was working again – and came back down the ladder.

‘Please, stop what you’re doing – if these pictures get in the newspapers I could lose my job. That’s a risk I can’t afford. Even a job that doesn’t pay money is still a job. ’

I stopped taking pictures and found him another fifty from inside my pocket.

‘Who said it doesn’t pay money? ’ I said.

Reluctantly he took the fifty.

‘But look, ’ I added, ‘I give you my word you won’t see these pictures in the newspapers. You know who I am, you must have read about this. The police are holding my team here in Athens while they investigate the death of this girl. On Monday night she had sex with Bekim Develi. And until they know her name and exactly what happened to her that night we’re stuck here. Meanwhile the pathologists are on strike so there can’t even be an autopsy. And the cops might as well be on strike for all the use they are. ’

‘You have my sympathies, sir; no one likes the cops in this town. ’ He nodded. ‘So I will not insist that you erase these pictures you have taken on one condition. ’

‘What is it? ’

‘You’re training at Apilion, aren’t you? With Panathinaikos. ’

‘That’s right. ’

‘Have they told you what animals the people who support Olympiacos are? That they are all the bastards of Yankee sailors and whores. ’

‘As a matter of fact they have. ’

‘Then my condition is this, Mr Manson. That whatever happens next week, when you leave my country you don’t think too badly of my team. My name is Spiros Kapodistrias and all my life I support Olympiacos. But what Hristos Trikoupis said about you before the match was very shameful, sir. And the way he held up four fingers for four goals instead of shaking your hand? This was also very bad. Things are terrible in my country right now, it’s true; but Greece is the home of European civilisation and, in my opinion, this is not how the game should be played. Our team deserves better than this man. We’re not all like him. ’

‘It’s a deal, ’ I said. ‘And I’m grateful. ’

He pointed at the body lying on the open steel drawer. She looked like she was waiting for someone to switch on a sun lamp.

‘Please, Mr Manson, ’ he said. ‘Take as many pictures as you want. ’

I turned on my iPhone again and clicked away for a whole minute. To my surprise there were no marks around her ankles, and I remarked on this.

‘Then it would seem she did not struggle very much, ’ said Spiros. ‘Perhaps she was drugged, or intoxicated. Better for her if she was. Of course this is something that only Dr Pyromaglou will be able to determine. ’

‘Who’s Dr Pyromaglou? ’

‘She’s the senior pathologist here at Laiko; it’s her who’s been given this case by the Chief Medical Officer. It will be Pyromaglou who carries out the autopsy on this poor woman when–’

‘She stops being on strike. ’ I pulled a face. ‘Whenever that might be. ’

‘Pyromaglou does not want to be on strike, you understand. But it’s been many weeks since any of us were paid in this hospital. ’

‘So why isn’t your union on strike, Spiros? ’

‘Because it’s not our turn to be on strike. Anyway, someone has to be here to care for the bodies. There would be a risk to public health if there was nowhere to put them. As it is, all of the other bodies in here are sharing a mortuary drawer with someone else. ’

‘That sounds cosy. ’

‘On police orders, these two – your player and the girl – are the only ones in here who rate a drawer to themselves. ’ Spiros nodded. ‘Are you finished looking at her? ’

‘Yes. ’

‘Dr Pyromaglou, ’ he said, as he covered the body, returned it to the darkness of her steel sepulchre. ‘I could give her your telephone number if you like. ’

‘Meaning what? ’

‘Only that if she wanted to make a private arrangement with you, then that would be her choice. ’

‘You mean to break the strike? To carry out an autopsy? ’

Immediately, I took out my wallet and gave him my business card. I also gave him a card for the Grande Bretagne Hotel.

‘She can call me anytime, ’ I said. ‘And obviously I could make it worth her while. ’

‘The government could not ask such a thing, you understand, ’ said Spiros. ‘That would be politically unwise for this particular coalition. And Pyromaglou certainly wouldn’t do such a thing for the police. She hates the police. Her son got his skull broken by one of those thugs in the MAT. But yes, it’s possible she might help you out. ’ Spiros shrugged. ‘Besides, there are more ways to identify this girl and to say what might have happened to her than doing a full autopsy. ’

Back at the Grande Bretagne Hotel I spent an uncomfortable hour with Chief Inspector Varouxis. He and a Russian‑ speaking woman sat in the royal suite’s capacious dining room examining Bekim’s laptop and iPhone at one end of the table while, like their unwilling chaperon, I sat at the other end reading my newspaper on my iPad and enjoying a medium‑ sweet Greek coffee. It was probably the only thing I’d enjoyed so far that day. Some people call it Turkish coffee but don’t expect anyone to bring you a Turkish coffee in Greece, or the other way around. Between two countries that hate each other even coffee has its politics.

Occasionally Varouxis called me over to explain something in the laptop’s mailbox, and I would find myself in uncomfortable proximity with his breath. After the last explanation, I breathed in the flower arrangement on the mahogany sideboard to get the smell of his breath out of my head.

‘Did you find anything useful? ’ I asked after the translator had left.

‘No. You were right. However this girl contacted him, it wasn’t by email or cell phone. At least not on this computer or phone. ’

‘Any leads yet on who she was? ’

‘We think she must have been working at the expensive end of the escort business. Her dress was by Alexander McQueen and retails at about two thousand euros. Her brassiere was Stella McCartney. About a hundred and fifty euros. Both were made for Net‑ a‑ Porter so we’re hoping we can connect a garment number to a name. But these things take time. With any luck your reward will turn something up before then. There are signs all over Piraeus offering a reward for information so your lawyer, Dr Christodoulakis, will have her hands full. I expect there are a lot of people who would like to get their hands on ten thousand euros. Me, included. ’

He probably knew that this was also the daily rate for the royal suite because he glanced around for a moment and then nodded. ‘Everything is all right for you? Here in Athens? ’

‘It wouldn’t seem right to complain, ’ I said. ‘Not in this suite. ’

‘Perhaps not. ’

‘I’m just borrowing it. The club owner, Mr Sokolnikov, has taken it, to use as the team’s base here in Athens. ’

‘You know, Mr Sokolnikov is worth almost twenty billion dollars. About a hundredth of the Greek government debt. It doesn’t seem right that one man has so much when everyone else has so little. What do you think, Mr Manson? ’

‘So steal the soap if it makes you feel any better. ’

‘I was only making an observation. ’

I shrugged. ‘It’s been my own observation that I’m being followed. ’

‘For your protection, it was thought best that some officers from the EKAM be assigned to you, Mr Manson. ’

‘But why me in particular? ’

‘Mr Sokolnikov already has several bodyguards, as you know. And your team stay safely out of trouble in their hotel on the peninsula at Vouliagmeni. It’s only you who are in circulation, so to speak. And of course you were on television the other night. ’

‘It’s not because you suspect me of murder? ’

Varouxis tugged at the little beard he wore under his bottom lip; it reminded me of the tuft of pubic hair I’d seen on the dead girl’s pussy earlier.

‘I’m a policeman, Mr Manson. I have a suspicious mind. But no, as it happens, I don’t suspect you of murder. One gets a feel for these things, the way you do about a player, perhaps. You’re a hard man, I think, but not a murderer. However, I do wonder if you might perhaps be trying to do here in Greece what the newspapers said you did in London, with Joã o Zarco. If you’re planning to play detective again. ’

‘Why would you think that? ’

‘Because you are here in Athens and not back at the hotel with your team. Because you are almost certainly frustrated by the pace of this investigation; and if you’re not, then Mr Sokolnikov will be: Russian oligarchs aren’t known for their patience. And you are half German, so you probably think all Greeks are feckless and lazy, that we couldn’t investigate our own arseholes. But in this case, I would strongly advise you to leave things to us, Mr Manson. Athens is a very different city from London. It’s full of unexpected hazards. ’

‘Thanks, Chief Inspector, I’ll bear that in mind. But right now, I’m planning to be a spy, not a detective. ’

Varouxis frowned.

‘I thought I’d take a drive over to the Rentis Training Centre, ’ I explained, ‘to see what the opposition are up to, ahead of our return match next week. ’

‘They won’t let you in, ’ said Varouxis. ‘And there’s a screen to stop nosy parkers. Besides, I happen to know that Olympiacos finish training at one on a Friday, after which Trikoupis always goes to the same restaurant for lunch with his wife, Melina. ’

‘Oh well, thanks for the tip. ’ I looked at my watch. ‘Perhaps I’ll go and have some lunch myself. What’s the name of this place Trikoupis goes to, so I can avoid it? ’

‘It’s an old family place called Dourambeis. But don’t avoid it altogether. It’s probably the best fish restaurant in the city. ’

‘Thanks. ’

‘Don’t mention it. ’

He wasn’t a bad guy, I decided, and I already regretted suggesting he steal the soap.

‘What are you doing tomorrow afternoon, Chief Inspector? Only I have some spare tickets for the match. Panathinaikos versus OFI. Whoever they are. ’

‘Heraklion. A good team. This will be an excellent match. And I’d really love to go. But I regret I cannot. If my general found out I was going to a football match instead of investigating this murder he would be angry, I think. ’

‘Well, if you change your mind, give me a call. Most of my team are going to the game. You never know. One of them might say something useful. You know that’s why football was invented, don’t you? So men could talk to each other? Women had to invent book groups to do that. Talk, I mean. ’

This time, when I went outside the hotel, I saw them – two guys in their thirties leaning nonchalantly on the bonnet of a silver Skoda Octavia, smoking cigarettes and getting a little early afternoon sun on their unshaven faces.

‘Where are we going now, sir? ’ asked Charlie.

‘A restaurant in Piraeus called Dourambeis. ’

‘I know it. ’

‘Only see if you can get us there without our police escort, ’ I told him. ‘For what I want to do this afternoon, I’d rather I didn’t have any cops watching. Besides, I don’t like being followed. It makes me feel like I’m being man‑ marked. I get antsy when I’ve got someone on my tail. ’

Charlie nodded. ‘Sure, sir. No problem. ’

He started the engine and drove slowly away from the front of the hotel.

‘Can you lose them? ’

‘This is Athens, sir. We have the worst traffic in Europe. In this city I could lose Sebastian Vettel. ’

Charlie accelerated hard and, at the bottom of Syntagma Square, he turned sharply right and sped along a narrow shady street before making a swift left up a hill and then reversing into a small car park. Charlie made the big Range Rover feel like a Mini and it was immediately clear to me he was a professional driver. That shouldn’t have surprised me, I suppose. Nearly all of the guys who drove for Vik had been on evasive driving courses; Vik took evasion in all its forms very seriously indeed: drivers, his wife, tax lawyers, not to mention a whole host of electronic countermeasures rumoured to have been installed on his private jet.

Charlie waited long enough to see the Skoda speed by in a futile attempt to catch us up – and then, when they were past, accelerated forward across the street and down another hill.

‘We won’t see them again for a while, ’ said Charlie.

‘Neatly done, ’ I said.

At the top of the street he turned left, and drove south on the main road to Piraeus.

‘Dourambeis is one of the best restaurants in Attica, ’ said Charlie. ‘It’s an old family place. Usually they’re on holiday until the end of August. So I hope you checked that it’s open. ’

‘You mean they close for the summer? When all the tourists are here in Athens? ’

‘Only for part of the month of August, sir. ’

‘But that’s just crazy. Surely winter would be the time to close. ’

‘They close then, as well. ’

‘No wonder you’ve got a fucking recession. You’re supposed to stay open during the tourist season, not bugger off on holiday. That’s like a restaurant closing for lunch. ’

Charlie grinned. ‘It’s Greece, sir. In this country people do things not because they make sense, but because they’ve always been done that way. Anyway, at Dourambeis I think you should have the scorpion fish. Off the fish counter inside the restaurant. It’s the best in the city. ’

‘I’m not actually planning on eating, ’ I said.

‘That’s a pity. ’

‘At least not today. Hristos Trikoupis is having lunch there. I want to find out who he’s with and perhaps follow him when he leaves. You see, I need to have a talk with him, in private. ’

Charlie grinned. ‘I like driving for you, sir. It’s quite like the old days for me. ’

‘Meaning? ’

‘Before I went into private security, I used to be a cop. ’

‘What was your patch? Your speciality? ’

‘Low‑ level detective work. Nothing special. Burglaries, theft. ’

‘Why did you leave? ’

‘The money. In Greece it’s always about the money. For everything. ’

‘I don’t suppose you know Chief Inspector Varouxis. ’

‘Everyone knows Ioannis Varouxis, ’ said Charlie. ‘He’s the most famous detective in Athens. He was the cop who caught Thanos Leventis, a local bus driver who murdered three prostitutes in Piraeus, and attempted to kill at least three others. Apparently he cut off their nipples, fried them in salt and then ate them. The Greek newspapers called him Hannibal Leventis. ’

‘I wonder why Varouxis never mentioned this. ’

‘He’s a very modest man, that Varouxis. ’

‘No, I meant I wonder why, when Varouxis is investigating the murder of a prostitute who probably had sex with Bekim Develi, that he never mentioned the deaths of those other prostitutes. It seems kind of relevant. Have the newspapers mentioned it? ’

‘No, sir. And they probably won’t. At least not until – God forbid – another woman should be killed. You see, one of the women Leventis attacked was an English tourist, sir. It’s not the sort of the thing that the Ministry of Tourism likes to remind people about. Especially at this time of year. It would be very damaging to the Greek economic recovery. Which is very fragile at the best of times. Tourism is one of the few industries we have got left. ’

‘Tell me, Charlie, this Hannibal Leventis – I suppose there’s no chance they could have caught the wrong guy? ’

‘He admitted it, sir. In court. Although there was some talk of an accomplice who was never caught. The English woman who was attacked, she said there were two men who abducted her. One did the driving and the other one raped her. But none of the three victims who survived mentioned a second man, so her allegations were dismissed. ’

‘See if you can find out her name, Charlie, will you? ’

‘Sure. No problem, sir. I make a call when we stop the car. ’

He drove in silence for a while; and then he said: ‘A couple more things about Leventis, I just remembered. ’

‘Yes? ’

‘Sometimes he drove the Panathinaikos team bus. Sometimes. ’

‘And he used that bus? ’

‘Not that particular bus, sir. But another quite like it. That’s why the girls got on in the first place. They thought it was a regular city bus. ’

‘And the other thing? ’

‘You have to remember about Panathinaikos and Olympiacos – they are the eternal enemies. This is a typical story for Athens and Piraeus since the Peloponnesian War, in four hundred BC. So then. On the Reds’ website, they have a fan forum called the Shoutbox. And many Reds fans say the same thing: that the Athens police protected someone who was also involved in these murders because they support the Greens. That Hannibal’s accomplice was allowed to go free. ’ Charlie shook his head. ‘Of course, that’s a load of crap. Varouxis would never have done such a thing. I know this man. He is honest. Very honest. ’

A few minutes later we pulled up outside a fairly unremarkable if large restaurant a stone’s throw from the Karaiskakis Stadium in Piraeus. Several cars were parked outside, including a black Maserati Quattroporte, which, I presumed, belonged to Hristos Trikoupis.

‘Is that it? ’

‘That is Dourambeis, ’ said Charlie. ‘So, what now? ’

I told him what Jasmine had told me about the Maserati.

‘Okay, ’ he said. ‘Wait here, sir. I go and take a look. ’

He got out of the Range Rover, walked across the road to the restaurant and then went inside. A minute or so later he came outside again, bent down to look through the windows of the Maserati, and then trotted back to the passenger window of the car.

‘I couldn’t see him in the restaurant, ’ he said through the open window. ‘But there are lots of private rooms in that place so he could be in one of them. There’s a pass for the car park at Agios Ioannis Rentis on the windscreen. And a copy of Sir Alex Ferguson’s autobiography on the front seat. It must belong to Trikoupis. ’

‘All right. Now we wait. ’

Charlie lit a cigarette and made a phone call after which he told me that the English woman who had been attacked by Hannibal Leventis was called Sara Gill, and that she was from a place called Little Tew in Oxfordshire. This prompted me to make a phone call of my own.

To Louise.

‘It’s me. Can you talk? ’

‘Yes. But not for long. I miss you, Scott. ’

‘I miss you, too, angel. ’

‘You’re in all the English newspapers. ’

‘Me, or just the team? ’

‘Mainly the team. And Bekim. Some people have said some very nice things about him. It almost makes me believe what you say, Scott: that it’s more than just a game; that it’s a way for people to come together. ’

Except in Greece, I thought. And perhaps Glasgow.

‘But you look tired in the photographs. ’

‘I could be worse. How’s Bekim’s girlfriend? ’

‘In a coma, probably brain‑ damaged. The cocaine stopped her heart and her brain was starved of oxygen for at least half an hour. ’

‘Jesus. ’

‘I’m glad you’ve called. I was just about to text you. I’ve got a friend – an ex‑ copper called Bill Wakeman – who works for the Sports Betting Intelligence Unit. It’s part of the Gambling Commission. He’s asked me for your number. Can I give it to him, Scott? He’s a good man and you can rely on him. ’

‘If you say so. ’

‘He reckons they’re investigating a series of big bets on your match against Olympiacos. A big punter in Russia won an awful lot of money betting against you the other night. ’

‘What’s that got to do with the Gambling Commission if it happened in Russia? ’

‘Some of the bookmakers who might be affected are based here in the UK. ’

‘So what does he want from me? ’

‘To talk. Pick your brains. I imagine he wants to know if the match could have been fixed. ’

‘Not by me. But look, given what happened, is that the same thing as asking me if Bekim Develi could have been murdered? ’

‘I don’t know. Is it? ’

‘I watched him die in front of me, Louise. It was a heart attack. The same thing happened to Fabrice Muamba when he was playing for Bolton against Spurs, in March 2012. I don’t know how you can bet on something like that. ’

‘Just speak to him, will you? For me? ’

‘All right. Look there’s something you can do for me, as it happens. I want you to find a woman called Sara Gill. Last known to be living in Little Tew in Oxfordshire. It seems that about four or five years ago she was attacked here in Athens by a fellow named Thanos Leventis. He’s now doing life on three counts of murder. I’d like to know everything she can remember about what happened that night. And in particular if anyone else was involved. ’